I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

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Ding~

[You have acquired a new specialty [All Things Dominator]!]

[You have obtained a new milestone [All Things Dominator·Lis]!]

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[Specialty [All Things Dominator]: All attribute points +5%, all skill damage +5%]

[Milestone [All Things Dominator·Lis]: Your name, accompanied by more and more powerful achievements, is being known by more people, and your name will spread to every corner of the Gaia World! Reward: World Legend Level +1]

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Lis felt quite good about the specialty and milestone brought by this title.

Anyway, it's a free bonus, why not take it?

But comparatively, the title [All Things Dominator] is not used as much as Lis's other titles.

If Lis wished, his subjects would have to call him [World Tree Favored], [Lord of Kane Floating City], [Duke Kain], [All Things Dominator] Lord Lis Kain!

However, after obtaining this new title, Lis felt that the Chaotic Faith Power obtained from [Chaos Faith Convergence] had noticeably increased.

Perhaps this is the reason why those who are ready to embark on the Path to Divinity vigorously promote their names and establish authority?

But Lis is not in a hurry to do this.

Before making full preparations, he does not intend to embark on the Path to Divinity.

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Feis Kingdom, Danerluo Port,

In the depths of this increasingly prosperous port, there's a forgotten corner underground.

The entrance to this cold basement looks like the dark red jaws of a giant beast.

The mottled iron door is half-open, with threads of eerie aura seeping through the gap, as if the Gate of Hell is inadvertently leaking a chill.

Upon stepping into the basement, an eerie and evil aura rushes at you like an icy tide, instantly wrapping you tightly.

The walls around the basement are covered with dark green mold spots, like countless twisted ghostly eyes, peering at intruders in the dark.

The air is suffused with an extremely intense scent of blood, almost turning into a faint blood mist.

The smell is so strong that it seems tangible, like an invisible giant hand choking people's throats, almost suffocating them.

There isn't a shred of light in the basement, the darkness is thick as ink, and you can't see your hand in front of you.

Yet within this endless darkness, the lines drawn in blood on the floor emit a dark red glow.

The glow is eerie and enchanting, like a cursed light emanating from the depths of Hell, flickering and illuminating the entire basement like a ghostly domain.

These lines are twisted and complex, resembling an ancient and evil spell, or the limbs of a demon thrashing wildly.

They criss-cross, forming a huge mysterious pattern, outlining a grotesque twisted monster design.

Every line in the pattern seems to contain endless malice and evil power, the dark red glow flows slowly along the lines, like blood streaming through veins.

Vaguely, as if a creepy low hum is emitting, like countless vengeful souls wailing in agony.

Any ordinary person in such a scene would have their mental defenses collapse under the influence of this eerie power, wouldn't they?

In that basement filled with eerie and evil, the ink-black darkness seems alive, constantly surging and writhing.

With the passage of time, the nauseating scent of blood in the air becomes increasingly intense, as if the wailing of countless wraiths is hovering at the tip of the nose.

And at this moment, a small figure appears at the center of that ghastly pattern on the floor, standing out starkly.

He stands before the sacrificial array that covers the entire floor, a look of utmost devotion on his old and ugly face.

The blood-red lines of the array beneath his feet become more vivid, twisting and bizarre, as if each line is a demon's fang, exuding a chilling aura.

The old man clasps his hands against his chest, bowing slightly, as if paying homage to the greatest being in the world.

However, the madness in his eyes burns like a frenzied flame, as if he wants to drag the entire world into that Endless Abyss.

His lips keep moving, murmuring words of prayer to the divine.

This is a prayer to the Abyss Death Lord Havaro!

His voice is deep and hoarse, like a curse from the depths of Hell.

"Great Havaro,

Your repute is despair in the darkness,

Deterring every living creature~

Your humble follower hereby offers you a blood sacrifice,

Praying for you to bestow me with power beyond the mundane,

So I may do as I please in this cruel world…"

His voice echoes through the basement, carrying a fanatical obsession.

As his words fall, an eerie and powerful aura seems to pass through the endless void.

Surging from the depths of the Endless Abyss beyond the Gaia World.

This aura, like a cold blade, instantly penetrates his body, making him shiver all over.

Soon after, his body begins to undergo bizarre transformations uncontrollably.

His skin feels as though being pulled by countless invisible hands, incessantly bulging and caving in, emitting creepy "sizzling" sounds.

His bones grow and twist crazily within him, making "creak" sounds, as if they might burst through the skin at any moment.

His body weirdly swells, the originally small figure rapidly becoming tall and bloated, muscles tangling together like coiled venomous snakes.

His face becomes exceedingly grotesque and hideous, eyes turning blood red, like they're burning with Abyssal fires, brimming with endless ferocity and cruelty.